Tuesday, July 22, 2008

night magic

I turned the music on
and left the room,
just briefly.

When I returned, she
had become a bat
with wings
of tattered purple velour.

The music sung her
into eating time,
roosting time, and
she soared

through the night sky
that only she could see

with the mental acuity of
her borrowed species.


Rachel Westfall
July 22, 2008

5 comments:

mike-mike said...

The 'bat' girl; Imagine that.

Kyddryn said...

Brilliant. The freedom, the abandon with which a child can leave behind the hard what-is for the fluid what-could-be is sweeter than a perfect peach, isn't it?

Shade and Sweetwater,
K

RachelW said...

I wonder if this child will learn to dance flamenco... the intuitive and solemn response to music comes to her so naturally.

Kyddryn said...

Oooh, I like flamenco...it's so passionate despite the intense somlemnity of it. Alos, big girls can dance flamenco, too. Hmm...maybe I will see about lessons when Bird's a little older...

Shade and Sweetwater,
K

RachelW said...

Yes, flamenco... only beware of the awful shoes the dancers have to wear! It pains my feet just to look at them. I will stick with the guitar. ;)